Trees fly,
Shadowless,
Leave behind the roots,
The unknown,
End of day.
Tag: spoken word
Sin-esthesia
Supposedly it has begun,
The procedure of giving names to colors.
The judges are blindfolded,
And one touches the empty air.
Grrr.rreeee.dddd.
He whispers.
To my grandlove
The last time when I fell in love,
I was counting in the wrinkles on your belly,
The ages of hunger, and of overweight…
It was lunchtime,
when I proposed.
But you…
You were too old,
and too slow
to respond.
The rest … is haze.
I think,
I just stood there,
Petrified,
Waiting for the first lightning,
To bestow on me the shape of time.
Carried down by winds to your beginning,
I could see all the future,
Which has already been.
Or maybe,
Maybe I just left,
Moved on, away.
And now I’m falling down with other raindrops…
I’m getting closer, close, to understanding…
nothing,
Reciting,
to a selfie stick,
and 7 billion cameras,
the timeless poem,
the hope of joy,
the breath of life:
Je
Roo
Nii
Mooo!!!!….
When I am done, my love, must promise you will hide me,
At dinner time:
I’ll be another wrinkle on your belly.
Chicago rain
Be fruitful and ye
Multiply a dozen bridges o’er the river,
Build towers up into the sky,
One thousand floors of shining silver.
And whilst the rain fills up your hollow,
One million droplets of the same,
Thy shadows run, I try to follow,
A zillion people, with no name.
Until thou stop…
Against all odds…
Thy ghost forsaken to the now,
And then I learn,
Thy name,
Thy why,
From where thou came,
And where thou running now.
Halfspoken 